Not dead, but you might not think it from looking at me.

Just a quick one to let you know that I have not perished from an infusion of black dye in the blood stream.

I am just a bit busy.

At some point I will regale you with tales of

a) The Party, which include the phrase "close your vagina, Michael, we are not a codfish", and also an ambulance being called

b) The Vagina Monologues at The University of The Warwick (second 'The' optional) which involves me faking many different orgasms on stage in front of many people and feeling not ashamed one little bit

c) Spending a day 'developing' my songs with my veryverytalentedmusicianfriend and it going so well that I am spending today wanting to cry because I'm doing something I enjoy about, oh, now let me see, sixty billion squillion times less

d) Me being tired, which is not a story so much, or even a point of interest meriting a bullet point, but is nevertheless true

e) An exciting meeting tomorrow night about MORE music things

f) There is no point f) so if you can think of one leave it in the comments, please

This weekend I am watching sport.

Hang on a minute, that came out wrong.

THIS WEEKEND I AM WATCHING SPORT!

Better.

It is Dan's birthday and he is the following:

Welsh.
A big rugby fan.

I am, along with some others, going to Cardiff to watch the Wales/Italy match in the Millennium Stadium! We will stay at Dan's parents' house and get pleasantly resonated in Cardiff in the evening. Ah, resonation. A joy, even in Wales.

I am very much looking forward to it, even though it will involve me getting up at an UNGODLY HOUR on Saturday.

Sarah and I are going to get T-shirts printed saying:

I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON IS THIS SOME KIND OF A SPORT THEN WHY IS THE BALL THE WRONG SHAPE HAS ANYONE SCORED A GOAL YET IS IT NEARLY THE INTERVAL DOES IT HAVE TO BE SO VIOLENT?

They might have to be big T-shirts.

I am too tired to type more and I have a small paper cut on my finger that I have to go and whinge at someone about.

I love you.